is a bicycle.
I envision a world of panasonic villagers, biking between the thatched houses of medieval Europe wearing rags and feathers and braids and beads and, of course, iPods. They would carry loaves of barley bread and suckling pigs, going about their daily business in a choreographed dance-cavort routine to a soundtrack of the ubiquitous (even in medieval Europe) MGMT.
Ya dig?
